"Because my brother's nice, he will be nice too.”
"...Well."
Beth's face looked a little troubled, but it was irrefutable.
Because my brother is really sweet.
"Anyway, you might want to be a little careful."
"Why?"
Irene pressed down another duck. The duck gagged up the water and the sound of spewing could be heard.
"I heard other people talking in the library yesterday, and in fact, he... is the son of a local aristocrat. It's not a great family."
"So?"
“'So?' No, my lady!”
Beth grabbed both Irene's shoulders with a serious expression.
"You are the only treasure of the Count Webber’s family. One of the best nobles in the capital!"
Puek.
The duck threw up the water again and answered in Irine’s stead.
"And why would he be so kind to the young lady? He's trying to make connections somehow."
"Because he wants me to take care of him later?”
"Yes! He knew of your status and approached you. He calculated that my lady would be a great person in the future!"
"I don't think my brother would have been friends with him if he were such a bad guy. Besides, he’s very pleasant to talk to.”
He’s also my first fan friend. He’s precious.
"But there's nothing wrong with being careful, miss. Besides, You’re so pretty, there'll be plenty of men in the future who will fall for you. Beth is very, very worried about that."
So from now on, build an iron wall, miss. A very strong and large iron wall!
“Hehe.”
Irene laughed at Beth's fuss.
You're so pretty, so you'll have many men who will fall in love with you. There were no worries as useless as that.
"Why are you laughing?”
"Well, Beth and my family are the only ones who tell me I'm the prettiest in the world. I wonder why Beth doesn't think that I know."
"You are so pretty! It’s my pride as your maid. When you turn fifteen and make your debut in the social world, there will be a huge uproar.”
I’m sorry, but such a fuss won’t happen.
That is something you confirm by just recalling the original.
There have been several stories of socialites, yet Irene's name did not appear as much as an ant’s leg.
"Anyway, don't get involved with a man of questionable origin. Never!"
Beth reminded again, recalling the boy's face.
It would be a big deal if good Irene falls for that white face.
Pew.
Again, the duck answered instead.
***
After arriving at the Webber's drawing room, designer Camilla was in dire trouble.
She was recently able to select customers from the flood of requests she had received.
Usually, customers are selected according to their status, but if there is no difference, the criteria for her acceptance of the request are as follows.
‘A place that is not unique.’
That was very important.
I didn't want to be asked to reveal the graceful, pitiful but invisible bewitching and intelligent beauty in a suit.
In the first place, it is impossible.
Again, she refused Duke Blake's request because she was ‘very busy’ and accepted Webber’s request instead.
She was asked to make a dress for his little daughter.
Even among the merchants, the Webber family was known as a very courteous place.
Not only do they always pay on time, but they do not secretly ask for anything other than what they had ordered.
They also had a good reputation among the servants and maids. I've heard many times that the holidays and work are always respected there.
Of course, such a story went on as an urban legend, and some people did not believe such nonsense.
Getting off work on time?
Aren’t those things seen only from fantasy novels that aren't realistic?
Anyhow, she entered Webber's residence with the expectation that she could work comfortably.
And now, her expectations were being destroyed.
Of course, it wasn't because of the little girl in the Webber’s family.
The girl was perfect. She greeted Camilla with impeccable manners, and knew how to say, ‘Please take good care of me.’
Besides, how pretty she looked, I was sure she would look good in anything. Yeah, whatever she wore would look good on her.
The problem is that her family knew the fact too well.
"A minimum number of patterns and decorations should be enough. Like this dress."
The Count held up his design and made his point, showing off his brilliance.
"But look at this cute striped fabric. If you could make a dress out of this, it would seem lovely. If you put on a hat like this, it’ll surely...!"
The countess hugged the sample fabric with an emotional look on her face.
"You too. Look at this again."
The count put out his design before his wife.
"If you put that on Irene, there would be only stripes."
"That can't be true!"
The Countess brought the fabric near Irene's face.
The count, who was staring quietly at Irene, spoke his impression with his mouth wide open.
"...it suits her! The stripes won’t hide my daughter’s beauty either!"
"Doesn't it stand out? Look, it's full of intelligence, of course, it fit’s."
"That's true. This is a big deal. I can't pick one. I wanted to pick out a dress that would show my daughter's cuteness and elegance, but one that would reveal everything cleverly..."
Irene watched her parents arguing with hazy eyes.
The only clothes in the world that revealed cuteness, elegance, and intelligence at once would be a free-size cotton t-shirt with the three words written on it.
"Besides, this frill-filled dress looks splendid.”
"Oh, isn't that too rich? What if Irene gets buried in the frills?"
"What are you talking about?"
The count answered in an angry voice, which was quite rare. He was genuinely resentful.
"My daughter, who chews on those lousy patterns and any personal color, will be buried in nothing but frills?"
I didn't *chew on patterns or personal colors, Father.
*TL/N: I’m sorry, I didn’t grasp the meaning from that so I tried my best :(
Irene's face was filled with anxiety.
I know you're trying to choose the perfect birthday dress, but it's not going to work at all if the family wouldn’t get along.
Then Benjamin, who was quietly watching the argument, grabbed Irene's hand.
I turned my head and looked up, and he smiled. Warmly as to comfort me.
"Father, Mother."
Benjamin calmed down the couple who were becoming more and more intense by the second.
"I understand you're trying to order a perfect birthday dress. But if you do this, Irene will be scared."
Irene nodded enthusiastically.
I'm scared. Fighting is bad.
"Oh, no, I'm not trying to fight."
"I'm not sure which one will suit her..."
"I understand."
Benjamin spoke in a calm, rational voice as if to publish the results of a paper.
"Irene is pretty and cute in anything."
Benjamin, who said so, soon gasped, 'Ah!'
As if he had forgotten something important.
"I forgot to say you were cool. I'm sorry, Irene. That's one of the things that represent you."
"...."
"Mother, father, anyway. There's only one way to solve this critical argument."
He glanced back at Irene.
"Irene, which dress do you like best?"
The way he presented was certainly the most important point. He ‘respected Irene's taste’.
But on the contrary, Irene was in trouble. My mother will be sad if I side with my father, and my father will be sad if I side with my mother.
But if I choose a design they didn't mention, both of them will be sad.
Oh no. I don't want to make my parents sad.
Irene looked back at Benjamin with a tearful expression.
"Well, uh... I like everything so much that I can't pick one."
Irene gave Benjamin a desperate look that said, 'So, can you pick the right one?'
Since the two are close brothers and sisters, their eyes may have conveyed their opinions.
"I see. I see, Irene."
Benjamin nodded.
As if he understood my intentions perfectly.
Irene gave a short sigh of relief, and Benjamin looked back at designer Camilla.
"Irene likes everything, so I'll have to order all the dresses she’s mentioned."
No! No!
Irene raised her head in surprise, and her parents clapped their hands as they looked at Benjamin with proud eyes.
***
It wasn't just her family that loved Irene.
Webber's servants all liked the little lady who made the mansion feel pleasant. It has been a long time since then.
Of course, there was a good reason for that. First, the lady complained less.
Even if there were carrots, eggplants, or even cucumbers on the plate, there was no complaining about it.
She also had the cuteness of being fed neatly.
‘Thank you, it was delicious.’ Isn't it perfect?
Of course, it wasn't just about the food that showed her generous side.
To everyone cleaning, preparing clothes, and gardening, Irene would laugh and talk freely.
For Irene, of course, there was only one reason for all this.
「I'll be a great employer.」
However, those who did not know the idea were purely happy that an angel-like girl was born into the Webber family.
But some were not pleased with it. For instance, the butler and head maid.
Quite a long time ago, the butler asked the Count for a favor.
For the sake of the lady’s dignity, he asked for her not to be friendly with the servants.
"Because my brother's nice, he will be nice too.”
"...Well."
Beth's face looked a little troubled, but it was irrefutable.
Because my brother is really sweet.
"Anyway, you might want to be a little careful."
"Why?"
Irene pressed down another duck. The duck gagged up the water and the sound of spewing could be heard.
"I heard other people talking in the library yesterday, and in fact, he... is the son of a local aristocrat. It's not a great family."
"So?"
“'So?' No, my lady!”
Beth grabbed both Irene's shoulders with a serious expression.
"You are the only treasure of the Count Webber’s family. One of the best nobles in the capital!"
Puek.
The duck threw up the water again and answered in Irine’s stead.
"And why would he be so kind to the young lady? He's trying to make connections somehow."
"Because he wants me to take care of him later?”
"Yes! He knew of your status and approached you. He calculated that my lady would be a great person in the future!"
"I don't think my brother would have been friends with him if he were such a bad guy. Besides, he’s very pleasant to talk to.”
He’s also my first fan friend. He’s precious.
"But there's nothing wrong with being careful, miss. Besides, You’re so pretty, there'll be plenty of men in the future who will fall for you. Beth is very, very worried about that."
So from now on, build an iron wall, miss. A very strong and large iron wall!
“Hehe.”
Irene laughed at Beth's fuss.
You're so pretty, so you'll have many men who will fall in love with you. There were no worries as useless as that.
"Why are you laughing?”
"Well, Beth and my family are the only ones who tell me I'm the prettiest in the world. I wonder why Beth doesn't think that I know."
"You are so pretty! It’s my pride as your maid. When you turn fifteen and make your debut in the social world, there will be a huge uproar.”
I’m sorry, but such a fuss won’t happen.
That is something you confirm by just recalling the original.
There have been several stories of socialites, yet Irene's name did not appear as much as an ant’s leg.
"Anyway, don't get involved with a man of questionable origin. Never!"
Beth reminded again, recalling the boy's face.
It would be a big deal if good Irene falls for that white face.
Pew.
Again, the duck answered instead.
***
After arriving at the Webber's drawing room, designer Camilla was in dire trouble.
She was recently able to select customers from the flood of requests she had received.
Usually, customers are selected according to their status, but if there is no difference, the criteria for her acceptance of the request are as follows.
‘A place that is not unique.’
That was very important.
I didn't want to be asked to reveal the graceful, pitiful but invisible bewitching and intelligent beauty in a suit.
In the first place, it is impossible.
Again, she refused Duke Blake's request because she was ‘very busy’ and accepted Webber’s request instead.
She was asked to make a dress for his little daughter.
Even among the merchants, the Webber family was known as a very courteous place.
Not only do they always pay on time, but they do not secretly ask for anything other than what they had ordered.
They also had a good reputation among the servants and maids. I've heard many times that the holidays and work are always respected there.
Of course, such a story went on as an urban legend, and some people did not believe such nonsense.
Getting off work on time?
Aren’t those things seen only from fantasy novels that aren't realistic?
Anyhow, she entered Webber's residence with the expectation that she could work comfortably.
And now, her expectations were being destroyed.
Of course, it wasn't because of the little girl in the Webber’s family.
The girl was perfect. She greeted Camilla with impeccable manners, and knew how to say, ‘Please take good care of me.’
Besides, how pretty she looked, I was sure she would look good in anything. Yeah, whatever she wore would look good on her.
The problem is that her family knew the fact too well.
"A minimum number of patterns and decorations should be enough. Like this dress."
The Count held up his design and made his point, showing off his brilliance.
"But look at this cute striped fabric. If you could make a dress out of this, it would seem lovely. If you put on a hat like this, it’ll surely...!"
The countess hugged the sample fabric with an emotional look on her face.
"You too. Look at this again."
The count put out his design before his wife.
"If you put that on Irene, there would be only stripes."
"That can't be true!"
The Countess brought the fabric near Irene's face.
The count, who was staring quietly at Irene, spoke his impression with his mouth wide open.
"...it suits her! The stripes won’t hide my daughter’s beauty either!"
"Doesn't it stand out? Look, it's full of intelligence, of course, it fit’s."
"That's true. This is a big deal. I can't pick one. I wanted to pick out a dress that would show my daughter's cuteness and elegance, but one that would reveal everything cleverly..."
Irene watched her parents arguing with hazy eyes.
The only clothes in the world that revealed cuteness, elegance, and intelligence at once would be a free-size cotton t-shirt with the three words written on it.
"Besides, this frill-filled dress looks splendid.”
"Oh, isn't that too rich? What if Irene gets buried in the frills?"
"What are you talking about?"
The count answered in an angry voice, which was quite rare. He was genuinely resentful.
"My daughter, who chews on those lousy patterns and any personal color, will be buried in nothing but frills?"
I didn't *chew on patterns or personal colors, Father.
*TL/N: I’m sorry, I didn’t grasp the meaning from that so I tried my best :(
Irene's face was filled with anxiety.
I know you're trying to choose the perfect birthday dress, but it's not going to work at all if the family wouldn’t get along.
Then Benjamin, who was quietly watching the argument, grabbed Irene's hand.
I turned my head and looked up, and he smiled. Warmly as to comfort me.
"Father, Mother."
Benjamin calmed down the couple who were becoming more and more intense by the second.
"I understand you're trying to order a perfect birthday dress. But if you do this, Irene will be scared."
Irene nodded enthusiastically.
I'm scared. Fighting is bad.
"Oh, no, I'm not trying to fight."
"I'm not sure which one will suit her..."
"I understand."
Benjamin spoke in a calm, rational voice as if to publish the results of a paper.
"Irene is pretty and cute in anything."
Benjamin, who said so, soon gasped, 'Ah!'
As if he had forgotten something important.
"I forgot to say you were cool. I'm sorry, Irene. That's one of the things that represent you."
"...."
"Mother, father, anyway. There's only one way to solve this critical argument."
He glanced back at Irene.
"Irene, which dress do you like best?"
The way he presented was certainly the most important point. He ‘respected Irene's taste’.
But on the contrary, Irene was in trouble. My mother will be sad if I side with my father, and my father will be sad if I side with my mother.
But if I choose a design they didn't mention, both of them will be sad.
Oh no. I don't want to make my parents sad.
Irene looked back at Benjamin with a tearful expression.
"Well, uh... I like everything so much that I can't pick one."
Irene gave Benjamin a desperate look that said, 'So, can you pick the right one?'
Since the two are close brothers and sisters, their eyes may have conveyed their opinions.
"I see. I see, Irene."
Benjamin nodded.
As if he understood my intentions perfectly.
Irene gave a short sigh of relief, and Benjamin looked back at designer Camilla.
"Irene likes everything, so I'll have to order all the dresses she’s mentioned."
No! No!
Irene raised her head in surprise, and her parents clapped their hands as they looked at Benjamin with proud eyes.
***
It wasn't just her family that loved Irene.
Webber's servants all liked the little lady who made the mansion feel pleasant. It has been a long time since then.
Of course, there was a good reason for that. First, the lady complained less.
Even if there were carrots, eggplants, or even cucumbers on the plate, there was no complaining about it.
She also had the cuteness of being fed neatly.
‘Thank you, it was delicious.’ Isn't it perfect?
Of course, it wasn't just about the food that showed her generous side.
To everyone cleaning, preparing clothes, and gardening, Irene would laugh and talk freely.
For Irene, of course, there was only one reason for all this.
「I'll be a great employer.」
However, those who did not know the idea were purely happy that an angel-like girl was born into the Webber family.
But some were not pleased with it. For instance, the butler and head maid.
Quite a long time ago, the butler asked the Count for a favor.
For the sake of the lady’s dignity, he asked for her not to be friendly with the servants.
